Walrus

Watch your step Who has your hand? Turned the choir up In the atmosphere again I don't know where I was All I knew was that I didn't belong anymore I got to go back to the city I got to go back to the city, now I got to go back to the city I got to go back to the city, now Found my place Near the back of a pen Dig myself from the hiss Of the tape again (my friend) Where's the ceiling Made from his hand Has it been removed And is now in place of the land I got to go back to the city I got to go back to the city, now I got to go back to the city I got to go back to the city, now I got to go back I got to go back, now